where do broken believers go,
to rest their shattered souls.
where failures find their dreams intact
the rejected find real peace.
who will heal their cynical fears
who will dry their tears
who will listen without a quote
from book, chapter and verse

who will embrace and not recoil
safe arms to gently hold
tell me please, is their a place
a broken believers home

who will listen to fallen words
credibilty shattered and ignored
discounted by scars self imposed
rejected and obselete
what of the gifts freely bestowed
by grace with eternity's gaze
must they lie beside the door
where they made their last retreat.
an empty stage, dark and cold
a lifeless song and empty page
they crowd is hushed, but not in awe
integrity cruelly marred.

where do broken believers go
to rest exhausted lives.
tell me if there is a place
to ease my troubled mind.

oh graceland
oh graceland
place of mercy, forgiveness and peace.
open wide your doors
open wide your heart
and let this pilgrim in.

oh graceland,
oh graceland
a flowing river of eternal love
I hear your call
I hear your song
this pilgrim soul does sing

oh graceland
oh graceland
evermore to rest.
beneath your boughs
safe and secure
this pilgrim finds a home

sunrise
light strikes the hills
warm,
bright,
a friend returning
from the night.

peaceful
hope lifts my day,
calm,
rest,
my soul has risen
from it's fears

and the light
she dances on the waters
and the waters
join the hills and sky
as all hold hands
in silent singing
a kaleidoscope
of restless colours